Claims to Fame for Small Towns across the U.S. and other Random Nonsense

Random Nonsense - The Lazarus Bird

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By Jamison Huhner

My name is Jamison Huhner and my blog presents and discusses claims to fame for small towns all over the U.S. And other random nonsense. Claims to fame include celebrity residents past and present, historic events (battles, crimes), oddities,
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My name is Jamison Huhner and my blog presents and discusses claims to fame for small towns all over the U.S. And other random nonsense. Claims to fame include celebrity residents past and present, historic events (battles, crimes), oddities, records of some sort and a million other things. I’m a graduate of Devils Lake Central and, eventually, a graduate from the University of North Dakota with degrees in Russian/Soviet studies and business. After college I moved south to Atlanta before finally ending up in Nashville where I now live with my wife and twin boys.

I left the house earlier today and returned fifteen minutes later to find, what appeared to be, a freshly deceased little bird (he wasn’t there when I left) lying by the front door, apparently the victim of an unsuccessful attempt at flying through the window of our front door. I stepped into the house, grabbed a paper towel, and carefully picked him up by the tail feathers to throw him into the garbage can by the curb when he suddenly blinked and gave me a “What the heck are you doing?” look. I put him back down so he could shake it off and he flopped around a bit and then flew to a railing just a couple of feet away. I went back into the house, leaving him to gather his wits. Thirty minutes later he was still sitting there with a look on his face like he wanted to come into the house and discuss what sort of favor he could do for me for having saved his life. I told him that my house was no place for a little bird, that a couple of three year old boys have assumed control of the place and it’s, well, dangerous and he wouldn’t last ten minutes in there. I said “You need to go on now, go back to your own kind, your own species, raise a family, live a good full life and stop flying into windows. He seemed disappointed, but was about ready to fly off anyway when I said, “Wait, there is one thing you can do. Please tell all your little friends to stop pooping on my truck.”